It was the news, but it seemed a lot less organised than usual. The man behind the desk was jumpy and kept flicking his eyes to someone behind the camera;
“A State Of Emergency has been called as the infected increase in number, already the army have been mobilised to larger areas, we have been assured that we will receive our own detachments of armed forces soon, mean while government officials urge everyone to stay indoors and not make contact to those acting strangely or moving with awkward movements. Those who have been bitten and/or scratched by the infected recommend bandaging the wound and wrapping something round the top of the limb restricting blood flow to the area.
Again, we are seeing a horrible epidemic spreading through the city, we have reports that is happening nationwide, it seems the brain loses higher functions and the infected have a urge to attack the nearest uninfected. The virus we can speculate is passed through scratches or bites directly from an infected host. We have been informed that those already bitten will receive medical attention and that a cure to the virus is being sent to us via fastest routes. We would like to…”
The man who was now obviously very worried was cut off by someone screaming and unearthly moans coming from the TV. The reporter stood up and took off running, obviously other people were as one knocked over the camera and sent it spinning, in finally stopped moving showing many, if not hundreds of feet, some with shoes missing, others walking on what appeared to be broken limbs, but what was certain was that they were moving with sluggish movement and seem to be oozing a dark crimson liquid, it must have been blood, but there was defiantly something wrong with it.
Gasping you take a step back from the TV as if to put yourself further away from the horror of what you can only think that the infected of the new virus must have gotten into the broadcasting station, as you flick through the rest of the stations you find each having technical difficulties or just static on. Not good…
“Ok, I should stay inside, like the man said… W-what was that?” You started to reinsure yourself before hearing a quiet groan from somewhere outside. Feeling fear blossom inside of you, you don’t think of looking out a window to check you flee, flying into the hall you head for…
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